After so many days wrapped in an unmanageable weave of fear, huddled under the tenebrous umbrella of isolation,
a small glint of cheer had broken through the mass of cloud, caused a blackbird to spill golden droplets of notes, buoyant poems of liberty.
But once again, a new terror stamps and punches its way across the world, more human and tangible than pandemic desolation,
and I am cowed by the inconsiderate throngs, the touching of flesh, the face to face sharing of breath, the irresponsibility
of bare bodies on beaches, picnics in parks, back-garden barbecues, and the backwash of litter in their wake. Lack of care from others,
coupled with months of lonely despair, keeps me umbilically tethered to the placenta of home, and away from the hostility
of town and city, hopeful and safe in the quiet green and shadowy embrace of grass and trees and flowers and birds and bees, Mother Nature’s
calm balm. I have had enough of needless death and the sorrowful faces of those left behind, to muster up the strength and the courage
to physically protest. Here are my words, seeped in hopes, fears and tears: a plea to share love and kindness around the world, sisters and brothers.
Kim M. Russell, 4th June 2020
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: Triplets
Frank H is our host this week with a challenge to write three-line poems or poems having mainly three-line stanzas.
He reminds us that Laura focused on tercets earlier this year while featuring Raymond Garlick’s poetry; however, this prompt focuses only on having three lines with no set rhyme words, meter or theme. We could write haiku, poems of three lines, villanelles or cantos similar to those written by Dante in the Divine Comedy. I went for all the threes: three three-line stanzas with thirty-three syllables per line.